Great Escape

I got a call today.

Brief transcript:

Do you support forcing the military to work in the field, housed in the barracks, submarines etc. with homosexuals?

The question was more of a statement. I started yelling in the phone and then a polite robot said, "If you don't answer Yes, No, or I don't know into the phone the survey will end. I quickly said Yes, but I thought damn, in what way is this "survey" going to be used? Am I going to show up on fox news in their little pie graph. 2% other or some shit? And why didn't they ask me if I support forcing the gay military to work with bigots?

I am getting antsy again. I need to get out of this state for a while. I need to go out and do something. I get a little nervous when I get squirrely. I can't center myself. Everything gets distorted in my little peanut head.

I need a little adventure that won't get me into trouble.

Fiddlehead

Fiddlehead Ferns have popped up all over the side of the house where I live and are slowly unfurling.

They pretty much make my day everyday. I'm such a sucker for plants.

Today is my third day without coffee and boy am I tired. Yesterday I took a nap. Today I want to take a nap. I just want to curl up in the sun like a cat and wake up when I get hungry.

I should probably be studying instead.

Bah. Maybe I'll just listen to the Cubs game, ha ha.

Edit: Apparently you can eat these ferns, but I don't want to. Apparently, they are a delicacy on the east coast.

Half Donkey

Self motivation.

I need some more.

What am I waiting for? I think I've spent enough of my life waiting waiting waiting.

I should be doing doing doing.

Ooooyeah.

No more excuses.

I love Annie Leonard"s "Story of Stuff" from a couple years ago, so here is her new schtick on the PR miracle of bottled water and its environmental blowback. Unfortunately she gets the story a weeee bit wrong considering tap water in certain areas of the U.S. is increasingly linked with higher rates of cancer, autism, and who knows what else due to industrial runoff. But that's a whole 'nother bag of policy worms, eh? Enjoy, think about it, and if you have the time watch Story of Stuff, maybe you'll think twice about buying that super cheap crap you don't really need on sale at Target.

Equilibrium

Last night I was dozing off to the sweet sounds of The Office and this name kept popping into my head randomly. I was familiar with the name, but I couldn't place what the heck it was from. I fell asleep saying it to myself. It was really fucking weird. Not to mention slightly annoying because I couldn't put a face or location to this name.

This afternoon I went outside to catch some rays and grabbed a book I started and then put down a couple of weeks ago. Lo and behold the name appears. For some reason I was shocked to see this name my lips couldn't help but speak printed on the page. The character was introduced some ten pages back before I put down the book weeks ago. It makes sense that my mind would recall it, but why did it push through my subconscious and bully my conscious mind into invoking it with breath?

I'm still baffled by it. I mean, if your mind plays a trick on you it has never played before do you perk up and listen or do you cast it off in nonchalance? I'm never one to underestimate the power of randomness, but this weirds me out. Was it the book or the character or just the name that piqued my subconscious/conscious mind?

By the way, the book is not the bible ha ha.

Lumber Dive

Saw old friends and drank just enough Schlitz.
Listened to Sam Cooke on the way home with the windows down.
The night smells dark and earthy and it makes me feel warm and happy.
Drinking plum tea and watching Silence of the lambs in espanol.
Going to bed thinking about the infinite void. And sometimes it doesn't terrify me.

What a good and random night.
I'm so glad Spring came when it did.

Pygmy Hippo Pies

Marathon watching The Office instead of doing homework.
Sunburned.
Surprise money.
Good and tired.

All around nice day.

Doub Doub Doublespeak Ya'll

Amusing Ourselves to Death, a rad comic by Stuart Mcmillen

"Orwell warns that we will be overcome by an externally imposed oppression. But in Huxley's vision, no Big Brother is required to deprive people of their autonomy, maturity and history. As he saw it, people will come to love their oppression, to adore the technologies that undo their capacities to think."

- Neal Postman, "Amusing Ourselves to Death"

Ala Fresco

It came on so sudden. The smells and the warmth and the wet. I had actually forgotten what real sunshine felt like on my skin. It couldn't have come at a better time, because I was feeling another wave of melancholy start to creep in, but I effectively fought it off with a broom and a bicycle.

Yes, spring is here. Well technically it's not here until March 20th BUT I'm officially shooing winter out my back door and gingerly inviting Spring in for an extended stay.

Wooo.

Sometimes:

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